When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, “What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act.” And they do calm down.
To read is to let someone else work for you – the most delicate form of exploitation.
Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.
I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.
Vague a l’ame – melancholy yearning for the end of the world.
The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.
How easy it is to be “deep”: all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.
A book is a suicide postponed.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.
I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.
Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.
No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.
Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one’s mind, or to define oneself – there is no wish I make more often.
Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.
Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.
In most cases we attach ourselves to in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach ourselves to God in horror of men.
Good health is the best weapon against religion. Healthy bodies and healthy minds have never been shaken by religious fears.
Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one’s reach.